Well, I've made the number up to eight ugly (I feel bad using that name). I hit the big 50 this year and it looks worse written down than it does to feel it.
I had my first E about ten years ago, but have been using various drugs since I was 16. My rule has always been moderation, but I will admit to excess in moderation
Aside from an obvious increase in risks associated with drug use as you get older, I feel good quality MDMA 'feels' so much better than some of the stronger stimulants. And I do think there are benefits to rolling/using in more advanced years. The obvious one's are hopefully, an ability to afford decent gear. Better surroundings for party's etc. No more sneaking your mates round when the folks are away. More respect is given when making purchases. And I can pretty much do what I want, when I want - subject to availability of course
To be honest, aside from some nasty aches and pains, I actually feel better these days than I did back in my early twenties. I know my body, my body knows me and I know my limits (OK, I tend not to listen still though), and by now, I pretty much know myself.
Most of my friends are in their twenties and thirties as I really enjoy the energy of this age group. I still party and dance away the night, and can outlast many of my other friends still. Sure, my recovery takes longer afterwards, but I'm still usually the last one to crash.
What really makes me sad is that I seem to be the last man standing from my age group. Most have either died, or just settled down into an existence I always shunned. As far as I know, this life is our only chance, and I intend to live every moment while I can. I will never loose my hedonistic life style, and will continue to experiment and mix with younger people until I am no longer accepted I guess.
OK, the only fly in this ointment is my partner who is 12 years younger and far more 'sensible' than me. She tries to keep me steered down a path she considers safer, but it's probably a good thing at times.